On the way back, Liu Fei looked at Jiang Ge with some puzzlement, "Boss, you just buy a pen, and sell a futon, do you want to become a monk?" ”

As a modern person, she doesn't understand Jiang Ge's operation, now that modern facilities are abundant, there are sofas and chairs, so there is no need to use futons.

"Yes, you can't look at the surface of things, when do you see your boss and I have suffered?"

Jiang Ge glanced at the little assistant, and then said to Qin Zhan, "Give me the futon!" ”

Qin Zhan hurriedly handed the futon to Jiang Ge.

The latter said directly, "Give me the military dagger in your lap again." ”

Jiang Ge remembered that Qin Zhan had always had a dagger in his leg, which was a soldier's habit, but now it was useful.

"Okay boss." Qin Zhan opened his eyes, and although he was puzzled, he still bent down and took out the dagger on his leg.

Jiang Ge, who took the dagger, directly brushed a few times and drew a few knives on the futon, instantly floating out a lot of fluff, and under the puzzled gaze of everyone, he reached into the futon and took out a book with a yellow cover.

There are a few traditional Chinese characters written on it, "Taishang Laojun Qing Heart Sutra", the book is well preserved, and it is obviously some years old.

"There's a book in there, how did the boss know about it?"

Everyone was stunned, and they all looked at the book on Jiang Singer with some surprise, and the latter turned it directly without explanation, and he found that this was a manuscript of the Taoist Sutra, and there were many annotations next to it, which seemed to be some insights.

The scriptures are complicated, and Jiang Ge can see it in the clouds, but through the red pupils, he found that the aura of the books is very strong, and there is a trace of yellow light, which is very similar to Liu Bang's green dragon jade pendant last time.

What this yellow aura was, he couldn't figure out.

"It's an ancient book, it's worth the play I've been acting for so long."

Jiang Ge put the ancient books together, planning to study them slowly in the future.

Now that it is noon, the mutual market has begun to close the stalls, usually only for half a day, because many people have come from afar, and he has no need to continue to pick up leaks, so he took a few people to eat, and then drove back to Wanbao Pavilion.

Then he called Yang Feiyun directly and asked him to come over and take a look, planning to give the "Eighteen Layers of Hell Map" to the other party.

Half an hour later, Yang Feiyun hurried over, and when he heard Jiang Ge's words, he was directly stunned, "You said that I should give this "Eighteen Layers of Hell Map" to my father-in-law, it's not appropriate, right?" ”

"The first time I went to my girlfriend's house, I sent "Eighteen Layers of Hell", will it be unlucky, I am afraid that my girlfriend will beat me directly."

He seriously suspected that Jiang Ge was playing tricks on himself.

"This is not necessarily, you better look at the picture first, and then say, besides, the old man likes to cultivate, then he should be a person who is not confined to the world, I have two ancient Taoist scriptures here in addition to this picture as a gift!"

Jiang Ge also knew about this misunderstanding, but he still insisted on his opinion, in his opinion, this picture was very good.

"Okay, I'll see!"

Yang Feiyun couldn't refuse Jiang Ge's meaning, he opened the whole picture and looked at it, because the picture was a little long, it was actually more than three meters long when it was rolled up, grand and magnificent, so he couldn't help but get serious.

From the painting to the description of the scene, it is all lifelike, like a human contrast, full of Taoist thoughts, and the more Yang Feiyun looks at it, the more he feels that it is a good painting.

"Yes, this artistic conception is in place, it seems to be painted by a Taoist master, but I don't know who it is?"

He is also a person with a level of appreciation, and he instantly has a good impression of drawings.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be Wu Chengen's note." Jiang Ge smiled.

"Wu Chengen?" Yang Feiyun was shocked, how could he not have heard of Wu Chengen as a man, he has always read "Journey to the West", the fame of these four famous novels is not only liked by domestic and foreign scholars.

But he was curious again, Wu Chengen was just a novelist, when did he draw such a picture.

"It shouldn't be, Wu Chengen writes novels."

"That's because you don't know his experience, in the early years, he was also poor, he made a living by writing family letters and copying books for others, what is it to draw a picture, and the illustrations of Journey to the West were drawn by him, and the painting skills are good, I have checked the notes, it should be me."

"And you see, although there is only one Wu character in the signature, it should be a three-character name according to the spacing, if you don't believe it, you can find an expert to identify the notes."

Jiang Ge was not worried, with his red pupil scan, it was very clear whether it was the same note, it would definitely not be wrong.

"Boss, let me see when you received Wu Chengen's work?"

The shopkeeper Xu on the counter also became instantly interested when he heard the conversation between the two, and walked over with an anxious face.

"Okay, then let Shopkeeper Xu take charge of the eyes!" Jiang Ge smiled.

Shopkeeper Xu said modestly, "Where can I compare to the boss's vision." ”

Having said that, he still looked at it meticulously, and sighed that the artistic conception of the painting was in place, and he was also surprised when he saw the notes.

"It seems to be his notes, very similar, if this painting is the age of that dynasty, then it should be right, Wu Chengen was also a miscellaneous person before he wrote a novel."

"If that's the case, the boss has discovered a new treasure for the country."

Shopkeeper Xu sighed a little, in fact, he was 80% sure in his heart, and the identification of the age of cultural relics is also very simple, as long as the value of this painting is not low.

"It's really good, so this painting is not cheap, and it is made by a celebrity, and the old man must like it, but the content is a little troublesome."

Yang Feiyun is also very happy, it is not easy to find such a painting, but he is still a little hesitant, after all, it is not suitable to send such a painting to the door for the first time.

"Oh, my Manager Yang, you are really, if the old man asks or is not satisfied, you will say that you use this painting to express your determination, if you are not good to your girlfriend, you will go to eighteen layers of hell, I don't believe he is still unhappy." Jiang Ge smiled, feeling that Yang Feiyun couldn't turn a corner.

"Jiang Ge, you're really a genius!"

As soon as he heard this, Yang Feiyun's eyes widened directly, is there such a misinterpretation of the meaning?

What was clearly a bad thing turned into a good thing in an instant.

He began to admire this younger brother.

He has already made up his mind to use this reason, no matter what the old man's attitude is, he will say this, he can already imagine how moved his girlfriend should be, and how relieved the old man is to hand over his daughter to himself.